Nothing Is As Bleak As The Future,

I Don't Think Any Of Us Can Speak Frankly About Pain Until We Are No Longer Enduring It.

But What I Could See Out Of The Corner Of My Eye Made Me Think Of Two Lovely Bundles Of Silk Floating Along A Stream. In A Moment They Were Hovering On The Walkway In Front Of Me, Where They Sank Down And Smoothed Their Kimono Across Their Knees.

We None Of Us Find As Much Kindness In This World As We Should.

By The Time We Arrived, As Evening Was Approaching, I Felt As Sore As A Rock Must Feel When The Waterfall Has Pounded On It All Day Long.

Hopes Are Like Hair Ornaments. Girls Want To Wear Too Many Of Them. When They Become Old Women They Look Silly Wearing Even One.